My thoughts and my journey through life's sweet path

Modena, December 2010

The city is looking quite pretty at night. Christmas decorations are up everywhere. There are buskers all around playing Christmas music. Window displays are extravagant and keeping up with the holiday theme, all glittery and eye-catching. I caught myself walking with a whimsical smile plastered on my face, and that sometimes elusive feeling of “Wow, I’m actually living in Italy” resurfaced for a brief moment.

I’ve seen this “Sphinx” before, and his poor little Cocker Spaniel. That poor little dog only has a little sweater on in freezing temperatures, and still, it sits perfectly still, only blinking almost piteously at passers-by. I really wanted to drop a coin for the guy, but seeing him use that poor little dog made me feel kinda pissed. Maybe I should just buy a chew toy for the dog and drop it for the dog instead. Hmmmph.

The inside of a bar. In Italy, a bar is where you order coffee and other hot drinks. Not the bar/disco/nightclub that you would normally imagine. After about an hour walking in the cold, I went to the bar and ordered a hot chocolate. If you look carefully, you can spot me in the picture 😉 As I sipped on the hot chocolate, and the delicious, thick concoction warmed me up, I thought, perhaps this is what they mean by La Dolce Vita.

I love the decorations and the poor spaniel is so pitiful. I just want to hug it and give it a right cuddle.

BTW, the bar looks cosy and hearing about hot chocolate makes me crave for one… oh wait… i am in the freaking hot Malaysia. I guess a peppermint mocha from Starbucks or a dark chocolate peppermint/orange from Coffeebean will do just fine.